I see your bronze bust on this burning spot from talent to star to dust sucked up close to the people I smell my friend's sweat, your scent lost on the back of stardom I hear children cheering with delight I hear a mother shouting: “No—stop!” The smoke of beefburgers as I descend not far... Lees verder →
I cross the street, iron monsters surround me, throwing their poisonous gases into my eyes and filling my lungs, heavy as lead. That's how I feel now, I want to get away, away from the grind, away from the smell of everyday life, let me write, writing is not dying, writing is wanting to live,... Lees verder →
He told me that this pill would initially intensify the symptoms, but that I would definitely feel better afterwards. Yes, I felt very chaotic in my head, doubted everything I thought or read, and felt like I had constant hug boners. But then again, that was already the case for several years, I had to... Lees verder →
She was standing in the street, shouting, ‘You bastard! Yes, just leave now like a cowardly dog with your tail between your legs and leave me alone, forever!’ That's how I found her, completely upset and crying, wearing only a kimono with nothing underneath, a pink top peeking out onto the street. I walked towards... Lees verder →
She stood next to me. Her beauty was felt throughout my entire body, like blood that began to flow faster and faster every time I looked at her. I wished I would merge with her, wished that by closing my eyes I could escape from my shell and feel what she felt. All I felt... Lees verder →
Ettelbruck station, the train stops and I get out and call my parents to tell them where I am, their place, back when everything was still fine. I shouldn't have called, they told me not to run away, but to talk. But I don't want to discuss with them, I already know what's going on,... Lees verder →
On my way with who else, Jack Kerouac and Jean-Paul Sartre, I'm reading, dreaming and longing for freedom on the train. Away. The night before, I went out with Mr. K and Rusty. Mr. K is an eternal doubter and optimist rolled into one. He goes for what he wants like a Ferrari, but when... Lees verder →
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